Being 38 And A Poem To Mum
Yesterday I turned 38.Yep, no longer am I on the right side of 35 but gearing towards the big 4 0.But I have chosen to embrace the mid-life and relish in the fact that not only am I older, slightly wiser and stretched in some places, I also have so much to pass on to others especially my kids.
I am realising that life still has so much to offer and I still have so many things to learn, places to visit and people to meet.These things never entered my head two years ago when I felt life wasn’t how I planned or expected to be.
My kids have been a testament to myself and I am very proud of them since me and the husband split.
Kip is 10 and has shown great talent in drama and signing in the last year, something that I never expected when he was younger so I was so deeply touched ( I blubbed) when I read the poem he wrote for me ( I’m starting to blub again).
Poem to mum I love you mum, I adore you in every way. You are the best at cooking, you’re cleaning day by day. Your love for us is as solid as a wall, Your craft work is amazing, you can make a felt ball. You’re a loving parent, you’re quiet small. But when it comes to never-ending love, your the tallest of them all. Who needs a holiday?, it just feels kind of dum. Why do you need a break when there is…..mum?
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